Saturday, September 17, 2011

Below is a modest product of my effort to celebrate the halcyon days of yore, those good old days which brought us to this, our ever treasured here and now. The musical score of this obsession has been the classic Russian folk song dubbed in English as "The Long Road Ahead," and popularized in the '70's by Mary Hopkins as "Those Were the Days, My Friend." It has been lyricized in almost every language you can think of. When I could not find one in Bisaya, I decided to write my own.

I first intended to circulate this effort in an audible form. But I discovered my many attempts to vocalize it has been hindered by my being choked with emotion. Maybe someday when I am less sober than I am now, I'd be able to sing it to my heart's content.

In the meantime, I enjoin everyone familiar with the tune to take it for a test drive. It goes without saying that I solicit your feedback, constructive, disparaging, indifferent or otherwise. Here's hoping I hear some from a lot of you sooner than later.

that to as much as pay a lip service to the narrative of Man-Made Global Warming as the gospel minted in Copenhagen purports, you have to be either intellectually incompetent, or politically dishonest, or both. How would your administration propose to deploy the enormous human and infrastructural resources at the Federal government's disposal already invested to promote and implement the popularly accepted Global Warming agenda?

Monday, September 5, 2011

There is a song I learned in my fourth grade ('53-'54) which seems most appropriate for the Labor Day celebration. I don't exactly know the title to it. I vaguely remember it as "The Dignity of Labor." But I remember singing it with my chapter delegates at the provincial 4H-Club rally during my junior year in high school ('60) to the generous acclaim of both the judges and the general audience.

If anyone knows anything about it, please be kind enough to fill me in. I want to put it in some historical context of sorts.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

There is a song I learned in my fourth grade ('53-'54) which seems most appropriate for the Labor Day celebration. I don't exactly know the title to it. I vaguely remember it as "The Dignity of Labor." But I remember singing it with my chapter delegates at the provincial 4H-Club rally during my junior year in high school ('60) to the generous acclaim of both the judges and the general audience.

If anyone knows anything about it, please be kind enough to fill me in. I want to put it in some historical context of sorts.

There is a song I learned in my fourth grade ('53-'54) which seems most appropriate for the Labor Day celebration. I don't exactly know the title to it. I vaguely remember it as "The Dignity of Labor." But I remember singing it with my chapter delegates at the provincial 4H-Club rally during my junior year in high school ('60) to the generous acclaim of both the judges and the general audience.

If anyone knows anything about it, please be kind enough to fill me in. I want to put it in some historical context of sorts.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

There is a song I learned in my fourth grade ('53-'54) which seems most appropriate for the Labor Day celebration. I don't exactly know the title to it. I vaguely remember it as "The Dignity of Labor." But I remember singing it with my chapter delegates at the provincial 4H-Club rally during my junior year in high school ('60) to the generous acclaim of both the judges and the general audience.

If anyone knows anything about it, please be kind enough to fill me in. I want to put it in some historical context of sorts.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Below is a modest product of my effort to celebrate the halcyon days of yore, those good old days which brought us to this, our ever treasured here and now. The musical score of this obsession has been the classic Russian folk song dubbed in English as "The Long Road Ahead," and popularized in the '70's by Mary Hopkins as "Those Were the Days, My Friend." It has been lyricized in almost every language you can think of. When I could not find one in Bisaya, I decided to write my own.

I first intended to circulate this effort in an audible form. But I discovered my many attempts to vocalize it has been hindered by my being choked with emotion. Maybe someday when I am less sober than I am now, I'd be able to sing it to my heart's content.

In the meantime, I enjoin everyone familiar with the tune to take it for a test drive. It goes without saying that I solicit your feedback, constructive, disparaging, indifferent or otherwise. Here's hoping I hear some from a lot of you sooner than later.

Blinking at the Antics of Putin

When it comes to the country’s Foreign Policy, there appears to be very little confusion as to who is responsible and who should be punished. They are not necessarily the same entity. Moreover, whoever is responsible is not necessarily susceptible to punishment.

About Me

I was blessed with loving and caring parents who inculcated into my consciousness an appreciation of the notion of the good, the beautiful and the true, along with the value of hard work and the mental habit to examine the merits of any proposition that needs to be acted upon or taken as gospel.
Cf, http://parallaxadhoc.blogtownhall.com/2009/12/02/no_longer_a_church-going_christian.thtml
Born in the evacuation camp of World War II Philippines, it took the Japanese Imperial Navy almost a full year to learn of my being born, due to communications lag at that time.
The important thing is that it decided to surrender shortly thereafter on the premise of quitting, to limit the damages before the full implications of my being around was brought to bear on the situation and determine the trajectory of events.
It was a roller-coaster ride ever since: Never a dull moment. This narrative clearly proves that modesty is among my most tightly guarded virtues.
So help me God.